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On the Beach at Fontana
Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining wind and colder Grey sea I wrap him warm And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder And boyish arm. Around us fear, descending Darkness of fear above And in my heart how deep unending Ache of love!
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Date: 18 November, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |